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A
witting price is paid at last; so this
is
how it ends, no bells, no shouts, no prize
to
win; a world so turned it spins ..
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Created
as a device of torture, here is
the
pepper grinder. Some sadist marquis
in a dungeon prison
must
have inven..
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haiku
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My
dad had an itch and scratched it.
That's
how we came to move to the farm,
not
really a farm, more like ten acres
tha..
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***
It was my turn to turn sideways;
after
my silhouette was completed
and
shown to the class,
all
I saw was my upper lip..
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***
When
I saw the four small bodies
lying
on the lawn, fur matted in blood,
no
longer cuddly, I wanted to cry.
Rabbits
so..
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***
The
bathroom scales lie.
As
does the full-length mirror
that's
leaned against the wall
in
a bedroom too small
to
f..
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***
Two
ravens sit on the birdbath -storm
clouds above the horizon,
harbingers
of destruction, hail
and
the violence of wind,..
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***
It
is when the daytime winged
fold into sleep, and nocturnal creatures
dissolve
into darkness I find myself
cryin..
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***
My
morning coffee is actually two.
One
seems an insult to the beans
that
die such a gruesome death,
ground
into a powd..
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